We lived in Mississippi when Hurricane Florence came through...direct hit but it was only a Cat 1 so aside from the bayou we lived on flooding and alligators in our yard, plus two broken windows, it wasn’t too bad. Right on her heels was Hurricane Gilbert, which we were really sweating but it missed us, except for a few weak outer bands.
But before them, we had Tropical Storm Beryl, and that one about drove me crazy! Gautier, where we lived, was smack dab in the center. She came ashore, moving slowly, with unbelievable winds and rain. She bobbled to the west, approaching Louisiana, then bobbled east toward Florida. She did this a few times because the upper atmosphere was so unstable, and with us being right in the center, no matter which way she went we were still right in the thick of it. Louisiana would clear up while she headed to a Florida, then Florida would clear up while she headed back to Louisiana. That was a nightmare and it just went on and and on, day after day, while she tried to decide what she wanted to be and where she wanted to be.
. I Know what that means for me. A couple of weeks of an eventual cough. Ugh.
